About the book: year / The lead water in the river shimmered and made noise in the riffles... A cool wind, even from the night, was driving gray clouds across the low sky. The forest rustled uninvitingly around and somewhere, in the thicket, a dry aspen tree, bent to the ground, creaked alarmingly with a half-broken trunk... Coming out of the dense dark coniferous forest, a young elk walked along the shore, looking around and listening, and stopped on the pebble bank of a small, shallow river backwater. The flat part of the open bank, flooded with water during the spring flood, was covered with green grass and the last autumn flowers, burning among the gray-green withered grass, scarlet-red droplets of a slightly elongated shape..